Lame-O Mommy

Dave was away this weekend.  And so I was a single Mom again.  We weren’t planning on this being a weekend apart.  Five months ago, when Dave signed up for the Marine Corps Marathon, we just assumed we’d make it a family vacation up in Maryland and DC.

However, we were incredibly naïve that a toddler would be able to sit that long in a car, a newly walking toddler at that.  It was only 3 weeks ago that I told Dave that I just didn’t think I’d be able to handle a 7 hour trip up on a Friday and back on a Sunday with our precious bundle of joy. 

So he left, and I stayed.

Nevertheless, I wasn’t a lame single mommy this weekend.  We actually had fun with our mother-son bonding.  No, I was lame in the arts and crafts portion of our weekend.  Some (crafty) friends of ours had recently sent us a Thank You card from their son.  It was adorable:  they had drawn a stick figure of Patches and their son drew with some crayons on stick-Patches.  Cuuuuuuute!  It immediately went up on our fridge and we told them we were stealing their idea.

Well, I would have stolen it exactly if we had some decent neutral cardstock.  But we don’t.  So I thought I’d simply bastardize their idea by using some colored paper and have Conor finger paint on it.  Brightly colored paper.  Brightly neon colored paper. And finger paints of the primary color variety.

I may not need to point out that I have never been mistaken for someone who has artistic gifts.  But just in case you were wondering, yellow finger paint on neon purple construction paper?  It looks like throw up.  (Yes, that’s obvious NOW, thank you very much.  You could have told me that this afternoon before I drew a frog, a pumpkin, a kitty cat and a sun on those four pieces of purple construction paper.)  By the time I realized the art project would make the recipients call DSS, Conor was done with his inspiration and took to smearing the BLUE paint I was then going to put on the YELLOW paper over his clothes.  Yes, at one point a tiny blue palm was trying to grab for my sweatpants.  I know that my clothes are cheap being that they are all from Target, but I still like to keep them wearable. 

So I’m sitting here waiting for Dave to come home.  He should be here in one more hour and I can’t wait.  I never thought I’d be this sort of lame wife, too.  I know couples where one spouse travels a lot and the other one is just fine.  I have close friends who spend a good deal of time away from their spouse having exciting, rich, full lives of their own.  I, on the other hand, have really missed my guy this weekend.  I had fun with Conor this weekend, and bedtimes were easy, although playtimes have gotten much more complicated now that he can walk around and get into everything.  The trick where he feeds the dog cups full of cat food?  No longer so amusing.  Still, I have thought about him non-stop, missed him even in my sleep, and cannot wait for the passing of this next hour until he comes home. 

Lame.  I’m so far not that independent sort of wife I thought I was going to be growing up. 

8:26:52 PM